I had a dream last night about this little guy.
If you don’t know, in 2010 I had a little black mini lop named Samson.
He was awesome. He died from a disease called the “snuffles”, its really a horrible instant death for them, but with a cutsie name.
Anyway, in the dream…
Me and my brothers went to this house that we grew up in (in the dream, not really, I’ve never seen this house in my life) and we had a key to the place and let ourselves in. It seemed as no one had lived there for years.
In the refrigerator in a tupperware container there was Samson. His cold, lifeless body somehow made it into my childhood refrigerator. I knew it was him because the container was labeled “Samson” with one of those old timey label makers. The ones they had when they first came out and the letters were raised enough to where a blind man could read them.
Somehow, after he thawed, Samson came back to life.
I don’t remember the last time I was this happy in a dream.
I don’t remember the last time I thought about Samson.
My point is this
Sometimes, life lets you forget about the things that make you happy, or that once made you happy.
Don’t forget, put reminders up.
Don’t forget about Samson.